Hamilton OneShots

Not In My Good Christian Home! ~ Thaurens

Why do I ship it???

Being from the south wasn't easy. Sure you grew up different and did a lot of things that involve being active, but often, you grew up religious, well, if you're traditional that is. Life was fun, but hard. It was never a straight path, it always twisted and turned. This was how life went for the Virginian Thomas Jefferson, and the South Carolinian, John Laurens. Grew up concealing their sexuality, enduring the endless chatter from their fathers about "finding the perfect wife." It was torture to them. Even worse was the: "No sex until you're married" rule that every "good" Christian followed. However, Thomas and John absolutely despised the religion they were raised under. Not that they had hatred toward the particular religion, the simply hated how that was the excuse for everything their father's said.

"Dad I'm gay."

"NOT IN MY GOOD CHRISTIAN HOME!"

"Father I prefer men-"

"NOT IN MY GOOD CHRISTIAN HOME!"

"Dad I like dicks!"

"NOT. IN. MY. GOOD. CHRISTIAN. HOME."

Every time, that was the fallback. The excuse. Being Christian was always the excuse as to why Peter and Henry never let their boys be who they truly were on the inside. Jane and Eleanor were a little more gentle and understanding. They were accepting even, but they had to act like they weren't if their husbands were around. When Peter would go on long business trips, Thomas would hang his rainbow flag with pride over the American flag in his room, but when Peter was home, Thomas miserably held it in his arms as he slept.

Henry brought John along with him on all his excursions, and every time, Henry would show off some nice girl to John. John could care less, he never hated the women, just, never felt attracted to them. He marveled at the men he would meet, enticed by their voices and they way they presented themselves. Oh, how John wished he could fall in love with a gentleman who understood his pain.

His prayers were answered one day. John was 18, and planning on moving out soon. This would be his last trip with his father. Finally, he would be done and he could get away.

"Where are we going this time father?" He questioned as they loaded their bags into the car.

"Charlottesville." His father replied flatly.

"Virginia?" John questioned further. Henry nodded in response as they got in the car.

"You know, I hear women from Virginia are lovely John. Maybe you'll meet the perfect maiden."

John sighed. This would be a long, long car ride.

Meanwhile Thomas was packing, he was 19 and finally moving out. He was done with his father's shit. His father, however, was a little upset that is son was moving out, mainly because he knew why. While Thomas was packing, he realized he was out of cigarettes and notified his father he was going to the gas station with his friend.

"Dad? I'm going out with my friend to get cigarettes, want anything?"

"Umm, no I'm good Thomas, thank you for asking. Which friend? Is it that nice small girl Jamie?"

That, that ticked Thomas off.

"Dad. We have been through this. HIS name is James. Not Jamie, and he's not a fucking girl!"

"You watch your mouth with me, young man. And yes, we've been through this. God don't make mistakes. Now go, go hang out with Jamie, or whatever the hell her name is."

In a fuming rage, Thomas left the house, slamming the door behind him as he made his way to greet James at the corner of the block. His anger faded when he saw his best friend waiting patiently, fiddling with his hoodie.